Douluo's Digimon Sign

Darkness, a piece of darkness, enveloped Muhua like a tide, dragging him into the abyss of eternal death.

Mu Hua's mind and soul were silent, he felt that his thoughts were constantly drifting to the distance, and there were ghosts spreading and pouring into it.

As a result, these thoughts become a series of real and ethereal illusions, or dreams.

In the dream, he was a soldier who defended his family and country and made great contributions to his empire. However, in the end, he was jealous of his thieves, so he was convicted of treason and executed for an unfounded crime.

That kind of disbelief and deep betrayal made Mu Hua, who felt the same way, unforgettable. He even remembered the moment when Tang Wutong penetrated him, the moment when the Xingguan Sect gathered to besiege, but Mr. Xuan and others ignored it.

A darkness gradually emerged from the bottom of my heart.

In another dream, it was a vicissitudes of ancient times, but also an era of despair.

The extremely terrifying and powerful darkness covered the sky and destroyed everything, and he could only look at the four sunspot-like figures dully and despairingly, and the destructive and rampant aura continued to escape.

He wanted to fight with his life and death, but in the end when everything fell, the darkness became the only one.

This is desperation, the despair and powerlessness of being helpless, obviously the enemy is in front of you, but you can never knock it down, you can only watch your comrades fall down and die one after another.

Seeing this scene, Mu Hua's eyes were tearing apart, he was silent, and let out a roar like a wounded beast.

Doesn't this scene look familiar?

Isn’t it the despair and powerlessness that Wang Donger felt when she was sleeping and Wang Qiuer sacrificed! ?

If at that time, he had powerful power, would he be able to restore all this, would he not have such a dark experience?

Real dreams one after another are played out in Mu Hua's mind, and Mu Hua becomes every soldier in it. As the dreams unfold, Mu Hua's inner pressure and despair will become even greater.

Because, in every dream, what I feel is the stupidity, despair, betrayal and pain of human beings.

Experienced again and again, staged again and again, this is no longer just represented by numbness.

Instead, a feeling of wanting to completely fall into the abyss arises from the bottom of my heart.

Gradually, as Mu Hua's eyes became duller and duller, and he lost his mind, a series of dead soldiers appeared around Mu Hua, completely wrapping him in them.

Their dark and deep eyes stared straight at Mu Hua, cold and heartless, chilling and creepy.

"This is the despair we have experienced, and it is also the despair you have experienced. It is even more miserable than you."

"We are unwilling and unwilling. We fight bloody battles for the empire behind us. We don't ask for credit, but only for the stability of the people's lives. Is this wrong? Is this also a death sentence!?"

"If we can be stronger, the ancient times will not be destroyed. Our relatives will still be around, and we will not be subject to this curse-like obsession and continue to exist in the world."

One voice after another came from the mouths of the dead soul soldiers, it seemed to be regret for himself, and it seemed to break Mu Hua's mind and break his last bottom line.

It was as if they wanted to completely defeat Mu Hua's spirit.

The voices and questions of the dead soldiers came to Mu Hua's ears like magic voices.

Gradually, Mu Hua got lost.

"Yeah, if I have strong power, any despair and betrayal will not be staged on me."

"I want to have a powerful power that no one can match. The power that has reached the peak, I want to make those who betray and hurt me pay a heavy price!"

At this moment, Mu Hua's desire and the darkness in his heart were infinitely magnified.

And one of the dead soldiers seemed to sigh lightly, with deep regret in his dark and deep eyes.

"We can't drag it on any longer."

One of the dead soldiers carried a long halberd on his back and said in a deep voice, his original coldness and ruthlessness becoming decisive.

"These people who have the source of life can no longer get lost, or choose to give up. The original Wu could fully meet our standards, but he chose to give up, and even chose to be included in the Tower of Darkness."

"Although this child is also outstanding, his resistance and experience are still not good enough, and he is completely unable to meet our standards for inheritance."

"Time is no longer enough. The Tower of Darkness will be harvested again. By then, we will no longer be able to suppress it. All the negative energy in this place will be absorbed by the group of Digimon, completing the Apocalypse Plan!"

Another soldier nodded in agreement and said: "Indeed, if the caller can't do it, then we will turn our will and obsession into energy and inject it into the child's body to forcibly break through the Tower of Darkness!"

"Although the price is that this child's life and soul will be completely shattered, we have no time and must make a choice!"

When the dead general who seemed to be the leader heard the comments of the surrounding soldiers, the last struggle and entanglement in his eyes gradually disappeared and turned into a trace of helplessness.

"Since you want power, I will give it to you!"

After the words fell, those undead soldiers turned into a form similar to ghosts again, but this time it was not just about creating dreams, it was as simple as making Mu Hua experience it personally.

Their will and obsession are all blessed in Mu Hua's body, soul, and spiritual world. They want to turn Mu Hua into a collection of their dead soldiers, and they want to directly break through the Tower of Darkness.

They have waited countless tens of thousands of years, but in the end all the people who want to inherit have failed, and with the passage of time, their will and obsession have gradually failed.

For this reason, they can only carry out a "big cleansing". Since sooner or later, they will turn into negative emotions and be absorbed by the Tower of Darkness, then they will personally help those dark residents relieve their pain.

Originally, three years ago, they thought they had ushered in a new hope.

However, the result made them feel deeply disappointed and regretful, and even a little puzzled.

But this time, the result is still the same, but time is waiting for no one, since the inheritor is not good, then do it yourself!

Because, if you want to enter the Tower of Darkness, you must have extreme emotions. If you don't have it, you won't be able to enter.

And this emotion can only exist in the living.

If not, their army of dead soldiers would not have had to wait and hold on for countless years.

In any case, they will not allow the negative energy of the Dark Tower to be the nutrient for the resurrection of Apocalypse.

Not to mention the re-enactment of the scene from the ancient times!

However, just as they were about to completely occupy Mu Hua's soul and spiritual world, and when they wanted to burn their own obsessions and launch the final attack, suddenly, Mu Hua's spiritual world was filled with a trace of nobility, mystery, and momentum. The majestic supreme coercion!

That kind of coercion suddenly frightened the soul soldiers who originally wanted to occupy Mu Hua's body, they were terrified and turned pale.

Because, they felt the aura of the emperor, representing the supreme luck of the true man!

"how can that be!?"

One of the dead generals looked horrified, with a stiff look of horror on his face as pale as snow.

"How could the power of luck be manifested on this human being, and it still belongs to the luck of the soul beast!"

Amidst the amazement, confusion, and disbelief of the generals, Mu Hua felt wrapped and caressed by a long-lost golden glow, as if the darkness in his heart had been completely dispelled.

Silent in the dark abyss, he felt the faint glare of this long-lost light, but he couldn't help feeling nostalgic and longing in his heart, and subconsciously stretched out a stiff hand.

At this time, in Mu Hua's sight, in the golden glow that seemed out of reach, there seemed to be a pretty figure standing there, looking at him with a gentle smile, as if it could warm people's hearts.

Then, she stretched out a warm and motherly hand, and held Mu Hua tightly.

"I will always protect you."

A soft and familiar voice sounded, with deep thoughts and feelings, Mu Hua's face froze, and a teardrop involuntarily slid down his cheek.

pat.

The sound of broken and splashing teardrops sounded. The darkness, the golden glow, the abyss, everything was disappearing. Mu Hua wanted to use all her strength to hold on to the beautiful figure, and wanted to vent her inner apologies and longings.

However, she only smiled slightly, waved lightly, and disappeared into the golden glow.

But in reality, a group of dead soldiers were in shock and confusion when they suddenly heard a soft and noble female voice, "He is the real king. I hope you can help him wholeheartedly and let him live well."

Then, the female voice disappeared, and all the dead soldiers felt a larger and more majestic force of luck manifesting from Mu Hua.

They could feel that this was the real power of luck. Although it was only for a moment, they could really feel it.

A group of undead soldiers pondered for a moment, and after exchanging glances with each other a few times, they made an unprecedented decision.

"In this case, let's place our bets on this human being. Being chosen by the power of fate must have considerable power. Perhaps, he can break this deadlock."

"The imprints and dao marks of those adults also prove this point."

After the words fell, the bodies of those dead soldiers turned into streams of green smoke, which continuously poured into Mu Hua's body, as if the purest source of energy, which made Mu Hua's source and heritage begin to grow.

At the same time, within the divine plan, there was also a faint traction force, and several faint auras began to recover.

At the same time, Mu Hua slowly opened his eyes from the outside world, and what he saw was the huge black sky-reaching tower.

Blood-red sandstorms swept past from time to time, but they were blown away at the moment of passing through the black giant tower. Some people with power similar to Digimon, with their blood-red eyes, did not dare to act rashly.

It was as if they were all pulled by this huge tower of pitch black sky.

"Qiu'er, you saved my life again."

Mu Hua sensed his own situation and involuntarily put his hands on his head, feeling the dreamlike golden glow just now and the beautiful figure that rescued him from the dark abyss, and tears flowed down.

How could he not know that all this was caused by the head spirit bone left by Wang Qiu'er when he sacrificed?

If not, he would have fallen into the abyss of darkness and been unable to extricate himself.

At this moment, his longing for Wang Qiu'er was like a torrent of river water, and he no longer had the slightest thought about the so-called revenge, betrayal, and survival.

He just wanted Qiu'er's voice to appear in front of him again, and that was enough.

With this in mind, Mu Hua looked at the huge pitch-black sky-reaching tower full of eerie aura, on which there seemed to be the shrill howls of resentful spirits and dead souls, as well as screams as if they had been tortured.

It's all creepy, hair-raising, and almost un-human.

However, Mu Hua took a deep breath, and then with a trace of determination and persistence in his eyes, he stepped into the huge black tower without hesitation.

........

As soon as he entered the dark tower, Mu Hua felt a sense of repulsion, as if he didn't fit in with the crowd.

However, Mu Hua seemed to notice something when he looked at the eerie, strange, dark atmosphere and the occasional howls and screams around him. With a thought, his whole temperament changed.

He became cold and ruthless, extremely rational, and seemed to use all means to achieve his goals. At the same time, he recalled the feeling of despair and gloom before, and the repulsive power gradually dissipated.

"Sure enough, this place is not suitable for normal people."

"Instead of having extreme thoughts and emotions, you'd have to be a real madman to get in here."

"So, what does it mean to have no prior means and meaning?"

After Mu Hua experienced the real experience of the dead soldiers, his whole body underwent several great transformations, his head became clearer and more stable, and his thoughts became more prominent and leaping forward.

He immediately saw the key point of the matter.

Whether it was the previous barrier or the inexplicable appearance of the Black Babel Tower in front of him, it was as if Wu Zai had deliberately caused something to happen.

"Is it to allow me to enter smoothly and absorb the original power of a group of dead soldiers to achieve the purpose of harvesting?"

"And who is the person he said he promised?"

A series of doubtful thoughts were gathered by Mu Hua, and then they all dispersed, focusing his attention on the dark sky-reaching giant tower.

Everything here is black, full of eeriness and weirdness. The walls with black as the main color are also carved with various confusing shapes, which seem to be people?

It's just a little painful and ferocious, as if he is struggling and afraid of something.

There are still dark green candles hanging on the wall, which are even more terrifying and gloomy. The weird luster and tone seem to be roaring and roaring.

This pitch-black Babel Tower is a spiral staircase. As Mu Hua goes deeper and deeper, he still cannot reach the end, and there is not even a trace of a secret room.

However, the eerie and strange atmosphere became more and more intense, and there were even low and hoarse voices ringing in my ears.

"Life and death reincarnate, only death is eternal, and only death is the end of everything and the meaning of life."

"Death is neither painful nor terrifying, but merely the beginning of eternity."

A strange and hoarse voice sounded beside his ears. At first Mu Hua didn't take it seriously, but it became clearer and louder as it got closer, just like an echo.

"you are annoying!"

A hint of impatience rose in Mu Hua's heart, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand and threw it out, as if to break the magic sound that enveloped him.

"Brother Mu."

However, just when he was about to throw it out, a clear and childish voice sounded, with a hint of surprise and joy.

Mu Hua was startled for a moment, but after concentrating his mental strength, he realized that at some point, there was a familiar and petite figure standing in front of him.

At this moment, although she is covered with scars, breath is weak, and her face is as pale as snow, Mu Hua still recognizes at a glance that this is Hongliu who was taken away by nothing.

"Hongliu, why are you here, and what's the matter with your injuries?"

"Anything else?"

Seeing the appearance of the red willow, Mu Hua stabilized the red willow that was about to fall, and then subconsciously asked.

However, Hongliu's situation at the moment is really bad, she reluctantly opened her eyes, looked at Mu Hua and said, "Brother Mu, you, you leave quickly, this place is very dangerous."

After the words fell, two roaring voices came from the top of the giant tower, or from above.

A flying dragon, with a fiery red body like a dragon snake, stared at Mu Hua and Hongliu with scarlet and cruel eyes.

On the other end was a mantis that looked like it was covered in dark green. A pair of iron-blooded sickles came down with the impact at this moment, hacking the surrounding air to death and turning it into bursts of fierce wind.

At this moment, their targets are Muhua and Hongliu!

At the same time, the four figures came to stand on the mountain peak, looking at the Tower of Darkness not far away, and remained silent with the ghostly breath remaining in front of them.

Outside, a team of three including Xun Qingfeng, Tang Wutong and Huo Yuhao were about to arrive at the Valley of the End.

And there is another force that travels swiftly across the vast sea, cutting through the wind and waves, making those who feel that aura terrified and terrified.

Today, I'm afraid it's going to change again.